No Fear Shakespeare
A Midsummer Night’s Dream
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Act 1, Scene 1, Page 5
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THESEUS
I must confess that I have heard so much
And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof,
But being overfull of self-affairs,
My mind did lose it.—But, Demetrius, come.
And come, Egeus. You shall go with me.
I have some private schooling for you both.—
For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself
To fit your fancies to your father’s will,
Or else the law of Athens yields you up
(Which by no means we may extenuate)
To death, or to a vow of single life.—
Come, my Hippolyta. What cheer, my love?—
Demetrius and Egeus, go along.
I must employ you in some business
Against our nuptial and confer with you
Of something nearly that concerns yourselves.
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THESEUS
I have to admit I’ve heard something about that, and
meant to ask Demetrius about it, but I was too busy with personal
matters and it slipped my mind.—Anyway, Demetrius and
Egeus, both of you, come with me. I want to say a few things to you
in private.—As for you, beautiful Hermia, get ready to do
what your father wants, because otherwise the law says that you must
die or become a nun, and there’s nothing I can do about
that.—Come with me, Hippolyta. How are you, my
love?—Demetrius and Egeus, come with us. I want you to do
some things for our wedding, and I also want to discuss something
that concerns you both.
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EGEUS
With duty and desire we follow you.
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EGEUS
We’re following you not only because it is our duty,
but also because we want to.
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Exeunt. Manent LYSANDER and
HERMIA
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They all exit except LYSANDER and
HERMIA. |
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LYSANDER
How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale?
How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
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LYSANDER
What’s going on, my love? Why are you so pale? Why have
your rosy cheeks faded so quickly?
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HERMIA
Belike for want of rain, which I could well
Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.
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HERMIA
Probably because my cheeks' roses needed rain, which I
could easily give them with all the tears in my eyes.
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LYSANDER
Ay me! For aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.
But either it was different in blood—
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LYSANDER
Oh, honey! Listen, in books they say that true love always faces
obstacles. Either the lovers have different social
standings—
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